Saturday, December 15, 2012

My Garden Is On Fire

A world
A thorned world
With happiness
emanating
Its peaks
Mountains
Its sadness
Valleys
Canyons that do not end

My mind is like a garden on fire
Burning
Burning
My garden is black
It is charred
Like clouds 
Throwing dark shadows
Obscuring the truth
 

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